[center][h3][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Road North of Salarn, Camp[/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Sona, The Rest Of The Amended Group[/center][/b] 

Keystone was not a fan of the woods. 

Scratch that, he was not a fan of the woods in the middle of the night with rain looming in the distance after a cold dinner of crackers and beer while trying to locate a wandering Elf in a potential warzone. 

Otherwise, the woods were great. 

Considerable annoyance turned into full-fledged agitation as he continued his search, almost blind in the depth of darkness around him. While he was alone (he [i]really[/i] hoped) and irrational, he wasn't stupid. Every so often he would glance back, careful to keep the embers of the cookfire within his field of vision for bearing. He wasn't about to go out far enough to escape shouting distance, if shouting was called for. 

After what seemed like ages, he finally came upon the object of his search. She was obviously moving with much less difficulty than himself; Keystone had often heard that the Sylvan Folk had bright eyes capable of seeing in moonless nights as clearly as an overcast day. Whether that comparison was accurate was anyone's guess, well, anyone who wasn't an Elf, but she seemed much more capable of going for a light jog just then without getting a foot snagged on an errant root and bashing her nose sideways on a tree trunk than himself. 

Keystone took a deep breath to steady most of the anger from his voice, and addressed Sona with a harsh whisper, [color=b8860b]"Psst... over 'ere!"[/color]

When he met up with the formerly missing Bard, Keystone decided that it was a good idea to share his opinions on the situation while escorting her back to camp in a calm and orderly manner. Well, for him. 

[color=b8860b]"Right... I got nary a sodding clue what you was doin', creeping about in the trees like that. Are you bloody daft? There's a war on, right? Any clue what could've happened?"[/color]

Keystone growled softly and shook his head. They were nearing the campsite. She was safe, as far as he could tell. That's all that mattered in the short run of things. Logically, he knew this. Didn't stop the more colorful of his language from creeping to the forefront, however. 

[color=b8860b]"Look, we're supposed to be guardin' a fonging merchant's shite out here, not exploring every bit o' misplaced music we come across. We look after Cremmy's wares and each other. Next time you go wandering off, if some pervy Orc decides he wants to start a'tappin' his mank danglies about your forenoggin before roastin' you with spring apples, you can count on me to raise a glass in your loving memory. Got that, lil sister? [i]You scared the crap outta us.[/i]"[/color]

Upon actually reaching the campsite, the not-quite-enraged brawler took to note newcomers making themselves comfortable around their little corner of the trees. Under the best of circumstances, travelers would meet in favorable camping sites, maybe share a meal, trade news, maybe goods and services. But these were hardly the best of circumstances. He was, for this reason, hesitant to trust. 

[color=b8860b]"I'm sure you lot are goodly folk. As you've been welcomed to the fire by them what's in charge, I got nothin' new to add to it. That said, I've been trying to talk Watch Rotation, and every bloody socket-cocking time, somethin' buggerall happens and we get led astray. So here's the deal:" [/color]

Keystone paused for a second or two, just to make sure no one else was going to appear in the bushes or start playing music. Satisfied, he continued bluntly. 

[color=b8860b]"We know for a fact there's someone else out there what knows [i]exactly[/i] where we're laying our heads tonight. Plus, hostile lands, right? Now, if it passes with our fearless leaders, I'm taking first watch. And second, and however many else we've got till we leave this place. Rest of you can suss out how you're taking shifts with me."

"Any questions?"[/color]